Griefers In Second Life

‘Griefing’ in Second Life is a double edged sword, annoys you like hell when it happens to you, but sometimes makes you laugh (unfortunately usually at the expense of someone else, which shows the unkind, dark side of my nature).  Griefing can take many forms, you could be minding your own business walking down the street and some guy thinks its a brilliant idea to put a cage around you, knocking you off your feet and spinning you round and round in the cage.  I’ve had this happen to me a few times, walking along second life’s Knightsbridge, the trendy London site, out of the blue I was caged, turned out the avator wanted to chat to me and thought caging was a good idea to get my attention.   Well thanks pal, a simple ‘hello’ would have sufficed.  If you are a newbie reading this you can expect to be caged now and again, just because other av’s can tell you are new, by your clothes and hair etc, so best you change your appearance as quickly as possible. If you do get caged try to right click on the base of the cage which will give you back some control of the situation.  If you land in a place where people are using weapons (which can blow you many meters away, or even orbit you so you may have to re-log to get back to normal) it is best to take precautions and rez yourself a box on the ground and then sit on it until the griefing is over.  This does not protect you against every weapon, but sure is safer than just standing there.  In my panic as a new av, instead of rezzing a box, I pulled a shoe box out of my inventory by mistake, and sat on that.  It worked ok, but I still giggle at the thought of it, all my street cred vanished in a second.



My first home in Second Life was an area called Murray, where I met Pinkie and Headburro.  Before I met them I was griefed every time I teleported there (didn’t even know about sitting down to protect myself then).  Being stubborn as hell I decided the griefers would not drive me out.  The pair of av’s who thought they controlled Murray were weapons dealers called Minuet and Max, unfortunately I made things worse with Max, as I had, what I thought was a friendly joke with him about his attire, but my English sense of humour obviously did not cut ice with him, he was not a forgiving soul.  I got orbitted, caged, knocked off my feet, shot and trashed (they turn your av into a broomstick man with your bits all over the place).  I did have a laugh when I was trashed though, I used to shout out ‘oh no you’ve smudged my nail varnish again, or messed my hair up’ so that annoyed them even more.  I came back over and over and got talking to the other avs there and gradually I was accepted by the others.  Pinkie and Head gave me advice and I am eternally grateful to them, as I am now totally unafraid of griefers.  Another annoying griefing is the noisy boxes that fly through the air, or blocks that fall all around you.  I find the best thing to do is locate the griefer and go and sit next to them, take the griefing back to them so they have to sit amongst it all, it soon stops.


Goes to show how griefers can turn up anywhere.  Last night we were enjoying  an evening at Osprey Therian’s Gallery where she was announcing the winners of her photographic competition (well done everyone who won prizes by the way) and suddenly a gunman burst into the room telling everyone they were going to die.



Osprey, being the brave feisty lady that she is, quickly ejected him before he had a chance to shoot anyone, and we carried on with the awards.  It gave me a great photo opportunity for the blog and intrigued, I got in touch with the griefer Bourne Streeter when I got home.  I said I was going to use the photo for my blog and asked him why he did it.  He did not answer me as to why, but wanted to read the blog once I had done it.  I will send him my blog address and perhaps he can explain what motivated him in the comments.  I expect he’s usually quite nice once you get to know him, he’ll probably say he was having fun.

PS on a lighter note, completely different to above, because of a previous blog I did about the Isle of Weems, Wheemzel has thanked me by sending me a giant Christmas teddybear for my garden.  He’s lovely and you can sit on him and cuddle him.  Here’s a pic, thank you Wheemzel.










13 Responses to Griefers In Second Life

  1. HBA says:

    Great post – really well thought out and put together.

    As for our silly gunman, maybe you are right and maybe he is nice. I still can’t get my head around quite why these kids think it is acceptable to be so rude.

    Min and max, well they were tossers from the start. Min falls into the last paragraph’s category so I never understood her. Max (smallbut blomi, etc) is just a nasty little bully full of his own feelings of inadequacy.

    I can’t understand why these intelligent, creative people (Max is naturally not included then) can only think to abuse, and not creative and share. Something must be out of whack in their personalities I guess – I pity them, but ultimately have no sympathy or time for them.

  2. Janey Bracken says:

    I agree with you, I usually like to think that at the end of the day griefers in sl and criminals in rl have a human side to them, but there is definately a lack of emotions in some people that renders them incapable of any feelings. Their loss, they must be miserable people. (not like us, at least we enjoy meeting and talking to people 🙂 )

  3. Pinkie Delcon says:

    Griefers are part of sl as much as the creative people. Even though I don’t like griefers there is nothing I can do about them except protect myself.

    I started getting griefed by Min, who before the incident was someone I considered to be ok. There is no rhyme or reason as to who is going to get griefed or who is going to do the griefing. Except they have usually had a sense of humour by-pass 🙂

  4. Janey Bracken says:

    Yes I thought both Min and Max were ok before they started on me, your last line is definately on track Pinkie 🙂

  5. HBA says:

    I’m a dead black and white person about certain things – very unforgiving… it’s not my best trait, but hey ho 🙂

  6. Janey Bracken says:

    Can’t see anything wrong with that, why put up with people who give you grief 🙂

  7. Pinkie Delcon says:

    I believe that most griefers can be out talked and out smarted. They end up tying themselves in knots because they are not clever enough to win their argument using in words.

  8. HBA says:

    Have you heard back from the Gallery Gunman?

  9. Janey Bracken says:

    No, he’s not been in touch, shame. Expect he’s too busy trying kill other people. Think Pinkie is right about most griefers not being very clever with words, can’t say I ever heard Max and co having a conversation with anyone other than about the lag or weapons, pity really, what dull people they must be.

  10. HBA says:

    Yup – very dull. He was no beetter as Blowi either, slow witted, reactionary and just plain dull.

  11. Pinkie Delcon says:

    They’re not interested in the person….just destroying that persons enjoyment by using bully boy tactics 😦

  12. Bourne Streeter says:

    Wow, more than two years later, I see I was a complete newb at one point in time. Looking back, I can’t even remember doing this, but it must have been out of sheer boredom. It’s true, once you get to know me, I’m a nice person! People sure do change over the years. Sorry for interrupting the event guys.

    P.S. Nobody will probably look back at this blog since it’s so old, but better late than never, right?

  13. Hi Bourne,

    How nice to hear from you and I hope you are still enjoying SL. Thanks for getting back in touch, it’s nice to hear why you did the gun thing, I expect a lot of people do stuff like that because they are bored. You would be surprised how many people read the archives of the blog, so the articles do get read over and over. Thank you for reading it too!

    Janey :))

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